My pet human, Ed Hoornaert, is incredibly lucky that I, Effing Feline, write these blog posts for him. He tried writing the other day after a hiatus due to various ills, and look what happened to his hand:
Yes, folks, typing is dangerous! So all of you writers out there:
- Get a cat.
- Feed it well.
- Pet it.
- And teach it to type.
And now another cat-selected excerpt from Newborn. Maybe the last one. Maybe not.
An important aspect of the book I’ve neglected is that Jo Beaverpaw, our heroic alien assassin, is actually a Native American from the future. In this scene, we see how the arrival of Jo’s futuristic nation, Kwadra, has affected today’s aboriginal people. (Edited slightly from the published text.)
Rob was slow-spoken at first, but his words gained speed like an avalanche. He told me how much he owed Kwadra, and how depressed and downtrodden his people had been. Now that Kwadrans were bestowing unimaginable technology from the future, Indians everywhere felt new pride.
“I’m as good as any White.” He jutted out his chin as though daring Darby to disagree.
“From what I’ve heard, Rob, you always were,” Darby said mildly. “Good fisherman, smart mechanic, and bound to be a good father.”
Rob grinned again, and I sensed he didn’t do that twice in one day very often. “So that means I’m better than any White now.”
We dropped him off on the outskirts of the village. After inviting me to visit his newborn daughter any time, any time at all, he sauntered toward a rusty, single-wide trailer as though it were a castle and he, its king.
Effing Feline here again. This excerpt makes me wish Ed had written about the arrival of a nation of technologically advanced cats from the future. Maybe then I’d get the respect I deserve!
She was born to kill
Jo Beaverpaw is born fully grown, well-armed, and impatient to tackle her Destiny … which is to kill her alien nation’s most wanted fugitive. Her life is pre-programmed and straightforward – until she meets the sexy bodyguard of her intended target.
If you’re intrigued by the idea that the Schwarzenegger-assassin in the original Terminator could’ve been a bad-assed (yet petite) female, don’t miss Newborn.
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A bunch of writers have banded together in a book promotion designed to help struggling authors. Each of us has made a donation to the cause, and for each of my books that people purchase during the promotion (Newborn and Guardian Angel of Farflung Station), more money gets donated to charity. It’s a win-win!